My name is Kestrel. Kestrel Murphy. Never call me Susan. Who ever heard of a witch named Susan? A year ago, I was on the white-magic side. Lately, I've been leaning toward the black. I blame the universe. What's the point in being a nice little white witch in the universe I've got? If I could choose my own universe, I'd be a white witch in it. But black makes a lot more sense in this universe. Not that I'm complaining. A witch never complains. But if I did, I'd have a lot to complain about. For instance: Richard Milhous Nixon High. What's a teen witch to do when she's stuck in the most unmagical high school in the universe? Create her own qmajix.q Take notes. And above all, avoid nasty classmates, heartless grown-ups and boys who may prove a little too distracting for a serious teen witch to handleab.I say. aFor asking if you was a witch. When that pinche Blake was there. I didna#39;t see him around, or I wouldna#39;t have done it. Ia#39;m sorry.a Hea#39;s still looking ... aJust wanted to say thanks again for letting me off detention, sir, a he says loud enough to make sure we hear. aYoua#39;re welcome ... aYou know any more Spanish words like pinche?a I ask JosAc. He doesna#39;t answer. After a minute, I ask, aWhy did you want to 76.
|Title||:||Majix: Notes from a Serious Teen Witch|
|Publisher||:||Harlequin - 2010-07-01|